Bill Tarling

A group of motorcycles (Harley) pulled up beside me at a stop light. I told the front guy I would race him down the street if he gave me a two-week head start. He laughed and said he would just wait for me at the gas station about a mile with a coffee if I ever got there [they were all low on gas].

Sure enough, I saw them at the station minutes later, so I couldn't resist and pulled in. True to his word, the biker had a fresh hot cup of coffee waiting when I rode in.